Quotes About Glare

We all know that Sarah Palin loves attention.

The glare of that much-mentioned brilliance, love, Broke out, to show Its bright incipience sailing above, Still promising to solve, and satisfy, And set unchangeably in order. So To pile them back, to cry, Was hard, without lamely admitting how It had not done so then, and could not now. - Love Songs In Age

They say it's not the snoring itself but those anxiety-packed moments in between snorts. It's the waiting for the nasal passages of the person lying beside you to strike again. And strike it always does. In the dark, almost against your will, you produce that special glare reserved for people who cannot control their own behaviour.

The only reason we wore sunglasses onstage was because we couldn't stand the sight of the audience.

I wear sunglasses because of the glare of the spotlights. I wear gloves because it is very cold in the U.K.

A blinding sunlight drowned all this at times in a sudden recrudescence of glare.

Hansen had built a little world where he could follow his deadly pursuits away from the glare of home life. It was an old saw, as far as cops were concerned. People commit crimes in their own area, within their own comfort zone. Hansen was no exception. While

But the room is cold, the words in the books are cold; And the question of whether we get what we ask for Is absurd, unanswered by the sound of an unlatched door Rattling in wind, or the sound of snow on roofs, or glare Of the winter sun. What we have learned is not what we were told. I watch the snow, feel for the heartbeat that is not there.

There are two kinds of light -- the glow that illumines, and the glare that obscures.

I was confused by this sudden glare of attention; it was as if the characters in a favorite painting, absorbed in their own concerns, had looked up out of the canvas and spoken to me. Only the day before Francis, in a swish of black cashmere and cigarette smoke, had brushed past me in a corridor. For

glared at Danny with her wolfish eyes, and

He's thinking about me because I'm a novelty, that's all." "I don't think that's the reason," Shaun said. I glared at him. "Trust me, Shaun, a lot is going on here that you don't know about." "Tara told me he kissed you." I frowned at Tara. "You told him?" "Well, yeah. I tell Shaun everything. He's my boyfriend." "I'm starting to hate that term. 'My boyfriend.

Another blinding California day. They were all blinding here.

I like your eyes when you get mad," I said. "They glow like embers.

light of day smashed into the shack's interior. The magazine writer raised a hand to shield her eyes even as she reached for her handbag. When the door slammed shut and the glare died, it took her a long moment to link the man standing before her with the handsome outlaw she had been expecting.

She paused in the doorway, tipping her head to consider Brittany, who only glared. "You're right. I think most girls don't look like the tooth fairy dresses them every day.

The spotlight will always be on me, but it's something I'm learning to live with as the years go by.

She glared at me like she was about to punch me, but then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me. Be careful seaweed brain. She said putting on her invisible cap and disappearing. I probably would have sat there all day, trying to remember my name, but then the sea demons came.

I gave her my deluxe I'll-Kill-You-Later stare.

Artemis smiled. You have done well, my lieutenant. You have made me proud, and all those Hunters who perished in my service will never be forgotten. They will achieve Elysium, I am sure. She glared pointedly at Hades. He shrugged. Probably. Artemis glared at him some more. Okay, Hades grumbled. I'll streamline their application process.

I smiled. So this horse is your nephew, Sam? She glared at me. Let's not go there. How did your dad father a horse? Blitzen coughed. Actually, Loki was Sleipnir's mother. What--? Let's definitely not go there, Sam warned.

The vampire's eyes were open, and he was staring at her intently. It was as though he were trying to speak to her with simply the power of a glare. Alexia did not speak glare-ish.

In their clean white robes, with their white– gloved hands shielding their eyes against the glare, they looked like immaculate toy dolls saluting the rising sun.

The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.